Eugh. Back to work tomorrow. Really. Cannot. Be fucked. I hate my job. There, I said it. Last week I got a verbal warning for sending an innappropriate email. What was so innappropriate? I criticised management. Hey, you’re a manager, expect people to criticise. It goes with the territory. When the days are passed where you can form an opinion, you know things are fucked.
I was talking to one of the other guys in the office last week, and we decided that we have a woman’s job. Now now, don’t get all antsy about my gender stereotyping. I have soft hands. I have the job of a girl. I need the job of a man. Something physical so I’m not sat getting soft and fat all day long. I want to work hard and get tired and come home happy and satisfied. Anything but more time spent in that shithole.
Short week for me though this week. Only two days. I need some time out. I intend to be busy getting ready for our house move. Last week’s crap got cleaned up easy enough on Friday. We just needed to talk about stuff. She actually apologised for giving me a hard time too. Haha.